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The Vault

“ABANDON ALL HOPE,

YE WHO ENTER HERE”

— Dante Alighieri

“When In Doubt, Double The Dose.”

— Timothy Leary


This section IS a repository for assorted ramblings.

A hodge-podge grab-bag of mind meanderings & random thoughts

without any distinct or discernible home.

Only for the brave, the Masochistic, and the inexhaustibly bored.


OLD YELLER

THE LIZARDS ARE COMING!

BEWARE

THANATOS

OH SANCTA SIMPLICITAS

IN HONOR OF:

TELEOLOGICAL SPIRAL OF OPPOSITES

STRING THEORY

SEVEN CONTINENTS

YANANTIN

LOST JAGUAR: 6'2" 230 Lbs.

EXCUSE ME

FINAL DESCENT

“Gentle Reader,

may you never feel what I then felt!

May your eyes

never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears

as poured from mine.

May you never

appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized

as in that hour left my lips:

for never may you,

like me,

dread to be

the instrument of evil

to what you wholly love.”

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

The poet makes himself clairvoyant

by a long, rational and immense disordering

of all the senses…

All forms of love, suffering, madness:

he searches himself;

he consumes all the poisons in himself,

to keep only their quintessence.

Unspeakable torture, where he needs

all his faith, every superhuman strength,

during which he becomes the great patient,

the great criminal, the great accursed

– and the supreme Knower…”

Arthur Rimbaud, ‘Voyant’ Letter

“The force called “thinking”

which impels Mind into

concentration and decentration

in sequence

is the only energy of the universe.

There is no other energy.

The universe is Mind only.”

Walter Russell, The Universal One

“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies,

comes to such a pass

that he cannot distinguish the truth

within him, or around him,

and so loses

all respect for himself and for others.

And having no respect

he ceases to love,

and in order to occupy and distract himself without love

he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures,

and behaves in the end

like an animal in satisfying his vices.

all from continually lying — to others and to yourself.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky